Go South

You wander south, towards downtown. You're quite lucky. The large group of infected was easy to go around, and the only one that even noticed you was already busy with something else... namely fucking a corpse. It wasn't pretty, but at least it kept it distracted enough not to go after you.

There are buildings on both sides, most two or three stories high, with long balconies along it's width, and with abandoned shops on street level. Some are boarded up, but most have their windows smashed in and are mostly looted of anything useful. Tv's, books, broken furniture, etc, litter the street, discarded by looters as they realised they wouldn't need them for the apocalypse to come. You imagine some of these looters still wander these streets as infected freaks.

On your way to the Main Street proper, you pass by the local library, a small, tucked away building, with raised steps and a small recreational area in front of it, with a couple benches. But that's not what drew your attention to it. In this little recreational area are a pair of hastily set up pillories; a raised set of boards with holes in them for a head and arms, tied together with thick ropes. One of them is empty, though ominously covered in dried blood. The other has a body. They are naked, their legs bow legged and barely able to keep themselves up. Their face is obstructed by hair that droops down, curly and long, which in normal circumstances would've probably reached past the shoulders. Their head sways side to side gently, as if delirious. As you near closer they stop, and raise their head weakly. A single, large, infected yellow eyeball stares back at you through the hair.

"Please... pussssssy... coooooock... anything... pleasssssse..." They mutter gutterally, then thrash against their bindings, but they're stuck there good. You almost feel pity for this sex starved monster, their lulling tongue drooling and their eyes staring at you full of desperation. They almost look like they're crying.